Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 03:24:10 EDT
From: Merman1978@aol.com
Subject: Justin (college)

	The new fall semester wasn't even a week old, which meant that
working in the Campus Employment Office things were going to be on the busy
side.  Usually my job description would read: Sit at desk, listen to radio,
and play games on the Internet for three hours a day which is why I've kept
this job for my second year.  However, for the next couple weeks the door
would be overflowing with first year freshman looking for a job on campus.
It would be my job to direct them where to go and help them with all the
paper work it took to get a $5.15 per hour job.
	For the most part nothing interesting came into the office.  The
female to male ratio at this school was 4:1.  This meant that since men
were already slim pick ins good looking men were rarer than the holy grail.
That's what made the day I met Justin all the more special.  It was about
15 minutes till the office was going to close.  My boss had left early and
I was supposed to close at five.  Since it was near closing time and a
Friday I figured no one else would be coming in for the day and was going
to close a few minutes early to get a start on my weekend.  I was about to
turn off the radio when Madonna's "Beautiful Stranger" song started so I
decided to stay and listen to it before I left.  About half way through the
song I realized that I should have locked the door just in case someone was
going to come in at the last minute.  While thinking this the knob began to
turn and the door swung slowly open.

"Hi, is this where we look for a job?" was all I heard.

I was about to say no and send this freshman half way across the campus so
I could leave ten minutes early.  As the word "No" was being mouthed by my
lips I looked up and saw this new student.

"Nnnyyeees! It is. Come in."

The young man stepped through the door as I rose from behind the desk.  He
introduced himself as Justin very politely extending his hand to shake
mine.  I reached my hand out to meet his halfway and told him my name was
Jason and that I could help him in finding a good job on campus.  Good
meaning requiring very little work and the being able to do all your
homework on the job leaving you pretty much free at night, this was the
kind of job I had.  I showed him to the counter at the side of the office
that had a computer on it, one of many, and instructed him in how to use it
to search for on campus jobs.  I told him to print out the descriptions he
was interested in and then bring them back to me at my desk.

I went back to my desk to sit down.  I positioned my chair so that I could
have a perfect view at this new student's form.  He had a kind of
California skater look.  His hair was cut short with patches of bleached
highlights in his already light brown hair.  His olive colored skin set off
beautiful green eyes framed by thick eyebrows and long lashes.  He was
wearing a white muscle T with some baggy blue cargo pants and black leather
sandals.  His bear arms were exposed through the sleeveless shirt and as he
worked the keyboard his arms showed extraordinary definition.  He was maybe
a couple inches less than six feet tall and I could tell he had a nice
swimmers build from the tight shirt he was wearing.  Even though his pants
were baggy you could see a nice firm ass holding them up.  He must have
felt my stares cause he kept turning his head and giving me a wicked little
smile showing perfectly placed white teeth.

When he came back to my desk his demeanor had changed from shy new student
to a man who knew was being wanted.  I told him which of the jobs he chose
would be the best bets and started to explain how things went at this
school.  Through our conversation I learned he was from a small town about
seven hours outside of the city that I had never heard of.  He had been on
the swim team there and got a scholarship to come to college.  During our
conversation I glanced at the wall clock and noticed that it was almost
six.

"Do you have a date with some hot coed or something?" he asked.

I took this as his way of asking whether or not I was gay and replied, "No
I don't.  And if I did have a date, it wouldn't be with a girl."  This
response put a large grin on his face that stretched from ear to ear.

"Well since I kept you here so long maybe I could make it up to you by
taking you out."

I told him that I already had plans with some friends that I couldn't break
but he could make it up to me tomorrow night.  Little did he know that
later on he would be making it up to me in my fantasies.  That night when I
got back to my apartment I got ready for bed and all I could think about
was Justin.  I started pulling my shirt over my head and imagined Justin
slipping out of that tight white muscle shirt.  I looked at myself in the
mirror running my hands over the light dusting of hair between my pecs.  My
hand continued down my abdomen gliding over the ripples of muscle on my
stomach.  My index finger followed the trail of hair from my navel down
into my jeans.  All the while I thought of doing this to Justin.  Feeling
his firm body under my fingertips.  Wondering what his naked chest looked
like.  My hands undid the buttons of my jeans and the loose material
slipped from my lower body revealing a tight virgin ass and my cut dick.
Naked, I climbed onto my bed and began stroking the hardening meat between
my legs.  With my fingers I teased my cock hard lightly running them up and
down the shaft.  My other hand firmly held my balls pulling and kneading
them as they filled with the thick fluid that would soon explode.  In my
mind I was already on my knees staring straight at Justin's crotch, my
mouth watering to take it in.  I would start by licking the pre cum that
would surely be leaking from his dick head.  I'd take his head in my mouth
giving it little sucks in and out as my hand explored his balls.
Vigorously I would swallow the whole of his cock down to the base.  As I
imagined taking Justin I could feel my balls withdrawing from my hand into
my body.  I pulled on my dick harder and tightened my thighs to release the
build up.  My dick exploded its thick cum in a jet of white cream onto my
chest.  As more cum continued to flow onto my upper body the hand that was
fondling my balls was now playing in the pools of cum.  I looked down at my
fingertips now dripping with my fluid and drew them up to my tongue
completely cleaning them and then the rest of my chest.  I knew that
tomorrow night would be my first opportunity to make my fantasy come true.


Justin: Poolside

	I grew up in a fairly liberal family.  Okay, so "fairly" is an
understatement.  My mom grew up in the decadent 70s.  Disco was king and
sex and drugs ruled the court.  My mother could be considered the court
courtesan, one of many, bedding any man she deemed worthy.  Her standards
were surprisingly low especially while she snorted, injected or inhaled
anything anyone had to offer.  When disco began to fade and punk began to
emerge so did I.  I was conceived sometime between December 31, 1979 and
January 1, 1980 at a New Year's Eve party.  My father, thankfully, was
chosen while my mother was neither drunk nor high so her standards were
considerably higher than usual.  So I became the reason my mother sobered
up and straightened her act.  I wouldn't become the only man in my mother's
life, the woman dated more than I ever will, but I would be the only she
ever loved.  She was mother and father and friend to me whenever I needed
any of the three.  Since I had no father figure she made sure to be the
best male role model a woman could be, she didn't want me to grow up to be
some fairy or something.  Which I wasn't actually, I was just a man who
enjoyed other men.  When I was a freshman in high school my mother and I
had the official "sex talk."  Not the "this is how its done" talk, the
mechanics of sex I learned long ago.  We had the this is what real life sex
is about talk.  She began her discussion as we sat on the living room floor
by telling me about relationships between men and women.  It was at that
point that I stopped her.

"Mom? What if a woman isn't what I have in mind?"

Her head made a slight jerking motion to the left as her eyes went side to
side in her head.  "Do you have men in mind?  Are you trying to tell me
you're gay?"

"No I'm not gay!" a reflex response "I just think I like guys, I think. It
doesn't mean I'm a fag."

Her eyes became deep set and her shine began to dull as she took my hand in
hers and looked at me with pity, a face I had never seen.  "Jason, I know
that at fourteen you think you're supposed to be what other people want you
to be.  And, that being gay isn't something that most teens want other
teens to be, except for the gay ones." a chuckle, "But I did not raise my
son to be anything but what he is.  Fuck what other people want you be,
they don't matter!  The only thing that counts is who you are and how you
feel about that.  It would make me proud to have a gay son, but it would
make me prouder to have a gay son that was also proud of who he was."

I couldn't look at my mother as she spoke, this he same woman who I was
comfortable talking about masturbation with.  But when she finished her
last sentence I knew I had nothing to fear from anyone.  I would make my
mother proud.

"Aright." was my only response to her and she continued her sex talk with a
slight variation.

"Okay, well as I was saying about men and men," I just smiled as she
continued, "there are different types of sex."

"Mom, are you going to me about anal sex?"

"No! you little perv.  Let me finish.  I like to categorize sex acts into
three groups, the first is plain 'sex', the second, 'fucking' and the
third, 'making love.'  You are going to have a ton of sex and fucking
before you can even legally drink.  Sex is kind of like masturbation,
except with some one else.  Its when you just... need to get off and you're
not even interested in the other guy for anything but his dick.  Then there
is fucking.  This is good sex, and I mean good sex.  This happens with a
guy that you just lust over and want so bad he makes you wet, or
hard... whichever.  And then," her voice took a somber tone, "there's
making love.  This is rare.  Special.  But its the one that you can really
identify when it happens.  If you have to ask yourself whether you just had
sex, fucked, or made love, you can bet it wasn't love.  Do you understand
what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, I get it."

"I don't want you to think that you have to love somebody in order to get
some.  But there is one thing you have to promise me, use a damn condom.
If I ever find out you have some STD I will stomp your ass."

"All right, all right, I'll use a condom."

"Good.  Is there anything you want to ask me?"

"Yeah, can you tell me about anal sex now?"

So what's the point in my little digression about my mother?  Justin and I
were going to be "fucking."

I woke up the next the morning and had to wait in bed for my morning wood
to go down so that I could take my ritualistic morning pee.  Afterwards I
put some shorts on and a black muscle shirt, got my running shoes and
headed out the door.  It wasn't even seven yet and a Saturday so the
apartment complex was fairly dead.  The apartments I lived in were located
across from the campus and housed only students, although it didn't matter
what particular school you went to.  There was a trail that started in the
courtyard of the apartments that lead to the Fletcher Library.  Running it
back and forth equaled three miles and would take a little less than half
an hour to run and take you through the east side of the campus which was
mainly newly constructed buildings and the grotto.  I ran up and down the
stairs a few times to get warmed up and then started stretching.  Almost
reluctant to run I started down the freshly paved path and took it pretty
easy.  I passed the Hatosy Building where I would be spending most of my
time studying the finer points of promotions and advertising.

The newest and most interesting building on campus was the natatorium.  It
had a retractable roof and the entire north side of the building was made
out of glass that took on the shape of some abstract waves.  Since I had
yet to visit this building in the week that I was back I decided to take a
detour from my reluctant run and take a look.  It was barely 7:10 in the
morning so it wouldn't be open to the public but any student or alumni with
and ID card could get in at any time of day.  I walked up to the completely
glass wall which with its shape distorted the image of the interior.
Swiping my card through a scanner I heard the click of the bolt being
turned and the door began to push out as it automatically opened.  Living
and going to school in San Antonio I was very much used to humidity and
heat but the dry outdoors made the moist hotness of the pool area difficult
to get used to.  Almost instantly upon entering goose bumps emerged on my
skin.  As I walked further into the building I noticed the bleachers that
lined the walls that were covered with silhouettes of divers and swimmers
in action.  As I scanned the walls my attention was caught by the sound of
a splash, it turns out I wasn't alone.  I jerked my head toward the deep
end of the pool and only saw the ripples ebbing on the surface of the
crystal water.  Then a dark head of hair emerged at the base of a ladder to
the left of the pool.  A lean tan figure emerged, turned his head to the
right unclogging that ear and then the opposite ear.  After that he headed
straight towards the steps that would take him back up to the top of the
high dive.  It was hard to see details at such a great height but I could
tell he was a fairly tall young man with a perfect swimmers (or divers in
this case) build.

I was instantly reminded of the two years I spent with my grandmother in
the most affluent areas of the city.  She had an amazing pool where I would
spend hours a day.  My lengthy sun worshipping paid off in more ways than
one.  Paul was a biweekly visitor to my grandmother's pool.  He was the
pool boy, or technician as he liked to be called.  I preferred to call him
fuck technician considering he taught me everything I know about giving
great head.  In stature I was taller than he was but being four years
younger and just finishing puberty he had a greater manly presence.
Puberty was very good to this man.  Despite my having five inches above him
his body was gorgeous.  His black hair and blue eyes were set off by white
skin tanned golden brown.  He rarely wore a shirt while working and to this
date had the best set of abs I have ever had the pleasure to run my tongue
across.

Our first encounter together was a very strategically planned maneuver on
my part.  With my young taut seventeen year old frame I decided to take a
very well timed skinny dip.  Thankfully the warm water did not subtract
from my still developing member.  While I was covered only by the sun
drenched water, Paul walked in through the privacy gate.  I had my back
turned to him and pretended not to have heard him come in.  I swam toward
the steps and ascended from the pool revealing my unclothed back side.  As
the sheen of water glided down my shoulders and longingly pulled away from
my chest I could feel the heat of the sun take the water's place. Bathed in
sunlight I headed for a deck chair and grabbed my towel and decided to turn
my direction toward my goal.

"Oh! Shit! Hey Paul. How are you?" I said using my best acting voice.

"I'm great, now!  I can see you're doing very well."

I let him trace my frame for what seemed an endless amount of time while I
slowly toweled off.  I turned my back to him and bent over to dry off my
legs slowly raising my attention up to my thighs and groin and then turned
to face Paul again still covering my package.

"Are you trying to hide that sweet piece from me?  That's a damn shame."

"Well if you'd like to analyze it a little closer you can just step over
here."

To my incredible surprise Paul almost simultaneously dropped his gear and
his company shirt and headed my way.  At the site of those incredible
stomach muscles my cock began to strain.  He completely placed himself up
against my body.  His constrained muscle rubbed up against my free one
stimulating it to complete arousal.  He took his hand and grabbed mine
placing it on his chest and guiding it over his pecks and nipples.  When he
let my hand free I decided to continue the tactile exploration.  He leaned
his head down to watch as I explored.  With the tips of my fingers I traced
the valleys that were created by the bulges of muscle in his abdomen.  A
line of hair dove straight from his belly button and disappeared into his
bright red shorts.  I sat down on the wooden chair that held my towel and
with a slight apprehension started to undo the drawstrings that kept me
from my goal.

"Here," Paul said as he took my hands, "why don't I treat you this time."

I guess he noticed my trembling hands and shattering teeth and decided that
he should take over.  He placed his hand on my shoulder and guided me back
onto the chair.  Lifting his leg up and over he gently startled my naked
body.  He placed his hands on my bare chest and his blue eyes stared into
my gray ones.  His head leaned in closer to mine and his eyes focused on my
lips.  Both of our lips parted and met in moist contact.  I could feel his
tongue make its way toward my mouth teasing me at the entrance making me
yearn for him.  I could feel his hot breath and tongue enter my mouth.
With the smoothness of the touch I realized my lower half wasn't getting
the attention it so wanted.  As if reading my mind Paul's tongue moved from
the inside of my mouth and headed straight for my right nipple.  The
feeling was so new to me.  The hardness of my erect nipple yearned for the
pleasure of his tongue.  Slowly Paul made his way down my chest and stomach
till his head was between my legs.  I looked down and absorbed the sight of
this beautiful face about to engulf me.  He breathed his hot breath onto my
cock and balls ever so lightly licking the slit at my head and tasting the
pre cum that was beginning to emerge.  With his left hand he cupped my sack
and squeezed with perfect pressure.  I gasped a breath.  His nose sniffed
and traced the length of my shaft and his tongue slowly followed behind.
When he reached the top he took the head of my cut dick and swirled his
tongue around it as his head pivoted around my tool.  The heat of his mouth
was intense as every inch of me was now making its way into his mouth.
When he reached what I thought was the limits of the depth of his mouth he
paused and repositioned his head.  I could feel my dick pushing at the back
of his throat as it miraculously widened to take in the remainder of my
pulsating cock.  Waves of pleasure ran up my body.  Like a piston his head
worked my crotch never relenting while his left hand continued to massage a
knead my balls.  His tongue seemed to wrap itself around my shaft as tight
as my own fist jacking myself off.  My heart racing and my breath gasping I
could feel myself at the point of explosion.  With one final hard suck I
let out a moan and my entire load.  I watched as my pelvis beat out each
spurt and the mouth of this gorgeous hunk take it in.  As I watched a line
of cum ran from his mouth escaping its fate momentarily.  He released my
still rock hard length and with the tip of his tongue gathered up the stray
cum.  Holding it there he moved back up to my mouth and slowly he fed me my
own...

SPLASH

I woke from my lustful daze to see that the diver had yet again entered the
water from his leap.  A little flustered I headed toward the end of the
pool to get a closer look.  Taking a seat at the bottom bleacher I watched
as Justin, object of my night time fantasy, exited the water.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"Enjoying the show I guess."

"Oh that dive?  Please don't judge me on that I can do so much better."

In actuality I had completely missed the event, my mind being on other
maters.  "Well then show me what you can do." I prompted.

Nodding his head Justin headed back to the stairs.  As he walked I took
advantage of the opportunity and those tight Speedos he wore to check out
his bulges.  Factoring for shrinkage I concluded he had much to offer.  His
shorts reached mid thigh kinda like boxer briefs which I concluded were
much sexier than those other swimsuits I've seen divers wear on the
Olympics.  When he reached the top he took his position.  Balancing only on
his toes, his back facing the length of the pool he prepared to make his
dive.  His arms lifted above his head showing off an incredibly toned back
and shoulder.  His legs bent at the knee and then with great force
propelled him up and out from the platform.  As he began to rotate his
still straight legs came towards his chest as his arms extended around
them.  Bent in half he continued to rotate two or three times, with the
speed of his spin I lost count.  Then his arms released each other from
their grasp and his upper body extended downward to straighten him out as
he entered the water.

"How was that one?  Better?" he asked still bobbing up and down in the
water.

"It was better, but your entry was a little tilted."  Whether what I had
just said made any sense at all I had no idea.

"Yeah I was kinda leaning to the left.  Would not have been a perfect six."

He came out of the water and grabbed his towel deciding to sit next me.

"So what brings you here."

"I was going for run and decided I should take a look at this new building.
And then to my great surprise I find you in here playing around."  I said
with a slight sarcastic tone.

"Oh you think that's just playing around.  A double back flip in the pike
position is playing around?"

"You could've added a twist." Again I feared my ignorance in the field of
diving would show through.

"So you're planning on pushing me toward higher goals huh?  That's cool I
could use someone to keep me on my toes."  His smile was beaming and
inviting.  I began to think about his promise of taking me out and
momentarily forgot that my primary goal was to fuck this guy.

"You know," he continued still smiling, "I think I still you owe a night
out.  If you're still willing what do you say we make it a whole day of it
seeing as how we've already got an early start?"

"I am ready and willing if you are?"